"Why of course!" the strange woman grinned. "Cheerleaders always wearskirts!"Dylan let out a cry and his hands shot down to his groin. "Not that!" h...cried as he desperately tried to the reason with the strange woman. "I'msorry we were dicks!" he shouted, his friends all joining in.Misty stood there and watched as all of the boys started to change, theirfaces becoming more feminine, their hair being pulled and twisted intovarious pigtails and ponytails, light makeup appearing on their. He wanted her so bad. He kissed her and felt her tits as he pushed the halter aside pinching the nipples. He then sucked one nipple into his mouth then he stopped. "Lets have some wine."They sat on the couch and drank wine laughing and talking as he admired her huge tits. He kept filling her glass and she was getting tipsy on her empty stomach. Soon she laid back against the couch fully drunk. He picked her up and took her to his bed. He had planned this night and could hardly wait. He laid her. "Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" she moaned, tossing her head insanely from side to side at the agonizing pain of the junior high school giant's obscene penetration of her loins.The brawny youth flexed his buttocks again, twitching his lust-inflamed hardness another tortuous inch up into her aching cunt as she tried to free her legs from the ruthlessly imprisoning hands of the other boys, to kick loose and escape the inhuman impalement to which she was being subjected. But the two other youths held. There is nothing wrong with you." But I should be having fantasies about Mike. I love him so much, why is my fantasy about my parents instead of him?'Sara considered her answer carefully. She wanted to make her point very clear, to make sure that Janet and Mike would have every chance to make their marriage work."Very often our fantasies are about someone or some situation that is unattainable. That's why they are fantasies. You listened to my fantasy earlier. Do you think that I would ever.